Once again, intense pleasure followed the pain seconds later. Tasha kept working her over, slashing at each breast, often cutting the soft flesh until...the first time the tip slammed into a nipple.Blinding pain, worse than anything she'd ever felt engulfed her, mixed with the previous pleasure until she couldn't sort them out. Then the pleasure from her nipple hit, and she convulsed with a huge orgasm. She was still in the throes of that when the tip scored on her other nipple, and the pain came. ?Now, my little cunt, we’d discussed your need for punishment. I would like you to think about how obedient you will be to us, and how quickly you will follow our commands. We expect you to obey, and perhaps this will serve as some incentive in that regard.?With that, I felt the clothespins ripped off my nipples and clit and I screamed as the blood rushed back into them. Before I could recover I heard a swishing sound and something struck my right nipple, making me scream again as it. Don't worry. I'll be right back!"Actually, I had to piss again too. I said, "Wait, Meryl. Don't go out in the storm to pee. I have just the thing!"I picked up an empty bottle and said, "Here, use this!" What?" she asked. "An empty beer bottle? How?"I've pissed in jars and bottles lots of times when a toilet wasn't handy, when camping and such. I held the bottle to my dick and grunted. The piss wouldn't flow. I've pissed in front of other guys before, but I realized that it might be difficult to. ‘Darling please, you seem so nervous, try to relax. This should be a happy day for you,’ came a slow, slurred voice from across the aisle. ‘Yes mother,’ Michael said automatically. He turned his head away from the window and toward the other side of the car. His mother was lounging across the bench seat with her head in his father’s lap, running her finger along the brim of a half empty martini glass. His father had one hand on her head, the other on her leg, gently stoking her, an enthusiastic.